Arthur

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Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey, D.W.!

Hey!

Whoa...

And they never found Doc.

Some say he's still out there.

Hiding in the swamps, living off frogs and leeches,

his skin shriveled and yellow with an evil smile

plastered on his face.

Like this!

Can we turn the lantern back on now?

Aw, come on, it wasn't that scary.

Wait, you don't really have a cousin named Doc, do you?

Sure, I do!

But he lives in Miami, not a swamp.

He's a nutritionist.

Um...

What are you supposed to be again?

Candy Boy.

Candy Boy get angry when he no get candy!

But don't worry.

Candy Boy is very happy this year.

He beat last Halloween's candy quota.

Oh, yeah!

Shhh!

Did you hear something?

Uh-oh, maybe it was angry villagers, Frankenstein.

I'm not Franken-stein, I'm Franken-tist.

That's a combination of Frankenstein and a dentist.

There it is again!

That's just the wind.

You sure are jumpy.

You didn't mix the sour-gummied worms

with the peanut clusters, did you?

That always makes me jumpy.

No.

So, what's up?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Yes, I would.

Me too.

If it were me, I might not believe me.

But you?

Tell us.

It's this tree house.

It's...

It's haunted.

What? No way!

Come on, this old thing?

I'm serious.

There's a ghost here.

She's angry.

And I think she's coming for us.

Arthur and the Haunted Tree House: Part One.

Wait, back up.

What do you mean, there's a ghost here?

Did you really see it?

Kind of.

What did it look like?

Aw, man, you're so lucky!

I want to see a ghost.

No, you don't.

Anyway, I'm not sure I want to talk about it.

Oh, come on!

You can't just say you've seen a ghost

and then not tell us about it.

Okay.

I guess it all started about a week ago.

I had just told Mom I wanted to have a Halloween sleepover

in the tree house.

I don't know, Arthur.

I'm not sure it's safe to sleep up there.

What if someone rolls over and...

We're going to put a crate up there to block the opening.

Okay, but how are you going to get

your sleeping bags and stuff up there?

Already thought of that, too.

We hooked up a pulley.

It's really cool.

You could come out and see it later.

Did I hear someone say sleeping bags?

Are we going camping?

No, sweetie.

Arthur just wants to have

a Halloween party at the tree house.

I want to come, too!

You can't, D.W.

It'd be too scary for you.

Here, looking for the cereal?

Too scary?

Ha!

The only thing that scares me are octopodees,

and they're only at the beach, so...

I rest my case.

That was a dirty rotten trick!

Arthur.

Sorry.

I was just trying to prepare her for Halloween.

So, Mom?

Please?

Can I have the sleepover?

Well, I have to check with your father,

but I guess it's okay.

Yes!

I wasn't really scared by that cereal snake.

I was just acting.

You'll have a much better time at home anyway.

Your father and I are going out that night,

but Grandma will be here.

Why don't you invite Bud over?

Okay.

But I'm ten times braver than you.

Sure you are.

Ha!

Let's just see who's braver, Arthur Read.

The next day after school, I went up to the attic

to get some scary decorations for the tree house.

That's the first time I saw it.

Ugh!

Where on earth did this come from?

"Zelda."

I thought that maybe the doll had belonged to Mom or Dad,

or maybe even Grandma Thora.

It's really old and spooky.

If it's okay, I'd love to use it

for my sleepover.

Huh?

But it was just here a minute ago.

Maybe Pal ran off with it.

It'll turn up.

The next day, after school, I took the decorations

over to the tree house.

Arrrr-thurrrrr...

Who's there?

Just the wind.

It said, "This is MY tree house."

Right there.

Written in chalk.

I wiped it away.

Maybe it was just D.W., playing a trick on you.

She's not allowed to come up here alone.

And anyway, she can't write.

Well, neither can dolls.

Unless, of course, that doll isn't really a doll.

Oh, phony baloney.

You guys are jumping to conclusions.

Wait, it gets worse.

After I finished decorating,

I didn't come back until earlier today.

I wanted to drop off some stuff before getting into costume

and trick-or-treating.

I also thought someone might be playing a trick on me,

but I wasn't going to let it ruin my sleepover.

If you're trying to scare me, it's not going to work,

so you can just give up now.

She was sitting

right there!

No way.

Come on.

You're making this up.

I'm not.

I swear.

What did you do?

I dug a hole and buried her over by that rock.

But what if she comes back?

Guys, relax.

I'm sure there's a rational explanation.

That's true.

Maybe Zelda's an alien.

That's a rational explanation?